Bad Reputation
Miley's POV
I'm the type of girl who has one night stands with guys. You can call me a slut. In fact, you can call me whatever you want. I'll be drunk at a bar, make out with a few people, and not care. I've had a few boyfriends at once, and not once had they found out about the other. I've made out with my teacher before and sometimes even further than that. That explains why I have an A in their class. I'm a party girl, I done more things than you can imagine. But hey, I'm a college student. What do you expect? But there's one other thing I think you should know about me.
I do NOT give a damn about my bad reputation.
All of the guys want me. I already know that. I know what they want from me. Do I give it to them? Eh, sometimes. Just make sure you don't invite me to your party. Trust me, I'll start a riot.
I've been told to get my act together by many people, my parents, old friends, the usual. My exes, however, are different. They love me just the way I am. They just keep coming back for one thing. Sex. And let me just tell you, it gets better every time. Yeah, I'm loving life right now, and I sure as hell am not going back to the innocent girl I was.
I stood in front of my closet. Tonight is Taylor's bachelorette party. I wasn't planning on going, but she dragged me into going. We're supposed to meet at some Italian restaurant tonight. I took a cream, one strapped dress and put it on. It's a little small, but it will have to do.
We received our bills from the waiter. My friend Demi sat to the left of me. Lili sat to the right. Taylor sat in front of me and Selena and Dallas sit on each side of her.
"No offense Taylor, and I mean this in the most caring way, but this has got to be the most boring bachelorette party I have ever been to. And I have been to quite a number of them." She crossed her legs and leaned further back in her chair. "We need to do something else Taylor! This is your last chance to do whatever you want before you are married."
Taylor looked at all of us.
"I have an idea," Demi sat up. "Why don't we go to the bar and have some real fun. Drinks are on me tonight."
"Or we could do something else," Taylor said. She looked at us all hoping we would change our minds. This wasn't comfortable with her, and we all knew it. We all grabbed our purses and called for a taxi.
We stepped into the bar with nothing to do, but I'm sure that would soon change. This place was pretty new, it just opened last week. It wasn't all that popular, but it was pretty packed. There were people dancing on the floor with the music blaring, and there were people sitting on the side drinking their time away. I went off to the side and sat down on a swivel chair. The bartender came over and winked at me.
"So when can I get you tonight?" he asked. I looked at him confused. I knew what he was asking, but I just wasn't in the mood to go home with someone tonight.
"Sorry, I meant, what can I get you tonight?"
"I'll take it straight up and keep them coming."
"Right on it." He handed me the first of many glasses.
I was on my fourth glass. I am far past drunk right now. I can't even think straight. I took a last sip from my glass and put it aside.
"Want me to get you another?"
"No thanks, I'm going to dance now." My words had become slurred. I climbed up on to the bar table and started shaking my hips to the beat. Several people had seen me as I heard whistle noises from the dancing crowd, and things like, "Shake that ass" and "Girl, I'm taking you home tonight." It's weird having a ton of men checking you out while dancing, but honestly, I love the attention. I climbed down and made my way to the bartender. He grabbed a beer, opened it and chugged it before I got over. We are at the same stage right now. We don't care who's watching right now, and we probably won't remember each other when we wake up tomorrow morning.
I looked around in the crowd and saw the others had left. I pulled out my phone and called them. Apparently they had to leave because Dallas became sick, but they left me here. How nice. I put the phone aside and my way over to the guy. I winked at him. I grabbed his black, satin tie and pulled him to the dance floor. I started to rub my body against his, going harder each second. He put his lips to my neck and made a trail of kisses down to my collarbone. He took his left hands and felt his way on my body. He started with my hips and when up to my breasts and then back down. He began to lift up the bottom of my dress, but I tapped his hand.
"No, Bartender Boy, that's for later." He grinned at the thought I had just given him.
"Call me Liam. But I'll go by Bartender Boy if you want. Just for you. Why don't you come home with me tonight? I'm sure I can get my boss to let me off early." I'll be right back. He left to his boss' office. I gathered my things and waited until he returned. We called a cab and it took us to his place. He carried me inside. I dropped my things on the floor. Liam then took my hand and led me to his bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
A/N: I'm back! So I just got back on Saturday from Disney World, and I decided to procrastinate on my homework that was due today. I wanted to have this chapter up today so here it is. I think it could have flowed a little bit better, and I don't exactly know where I'm going with this plot, but I think I have a few ideas for the next chapter. So, yeah, here it is. I hope the next one is better. The beginnings of my stories are kind of rough. :/